Frank Proffitt
Frank Proffitt
Frank Proffitt
Frank Proffitt
Frank Proffitt
Frank Proffitt
Frank Proffitt
Frank Proffitt
Frank Proffitt
Frank Proffitt
Frank Proffitt
Frank Proffitt
Frank Proffitt
Frank Proffitt
Frank Proffitt
Frank Proffitt
[Verse 1]
Come all you young fellers and a story I'll tell
Of how the law caught me and put me in jail
Then on to the chain gang to serve out my time
Just 'casue I've been making blackberry wine
[Chorus]
Blackberry wine, boy, was the cause of it all, my Lord
Making blackberry wine was my downfall
They caught me on the mountain on the Tennessee line
They took me to the chain gang for making blackberry wine
[Verse 2]
Now when I's a young feller I felt oh so gay
I went to the parties to dances and plays
I thought I could havе me a lot better timе
So I got out and I made some blackberry wine
[Verse 3]
I courted a little girl with hair golden brown
I used to go see her when the sun's going down
We'd take us a walk on the Tennessee line
I'd sit me a sup of blackberry wine
[Chorus]
Making blackberry wine it was my downfall
Making blackberry wine was the cause of it all
They caught me on the mountain on the Tennessee line
They took me to the chain gang for making blackberry wine
[Verse 4]
They held court one morning, my trial did begin
I vainly looked around me for a face of a friend
The judge he told m, "you've done a bad crime"
So he sent me to the chain gang for makin' blackberry wine
[Verse 5]
Now them there rock-piles is piled up so high
And I swore to my Lord I surely would die
I hammered in that hot sun servin' my time
Just 'cause I've been makin' blackberry wine
[Verse 6]
I come back home then to the church I did go
The way the people done me, it hurt my hard soul
I could hear'm a-whisperin', "he went and done time"
"He's the one they sent off for makin' blackberry wine"
[Chorus]
Blackberry wine, boy, was the cause of it all, my Lord
Making blackberry wine was my downfall
They caught me on the mountain on the Tennessee line
They sent me to the chain gang for making blackberry wine
[Verse 7]
I'm a-gettin' old now, my hair's turning grey
It won't be too long till I'll be on my way
They'll bury me on the mountain in a coffin up high
They'll say he's quit makin' that blackberry wine
[Chorus]
Blackberry wine, boy, was my downfall, my Lord
Making blackberry wine 'the cause of it all
They caught me on the mountain on the Tennessee line
They sent me to the chain gang for making blackberry wine